Lyrics

Ah, the rag man draws circles up and down the block I'd ask him what the matter was, but I know he doesn't talk And the ladies treat me kindly and they furnish me with tape But neither them or the ragman can help me to escape Oh, mama This could be the end I'm stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now, Shakespeare's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells Speaking to some French girl who says she knows me well And I would send a message to find out if she's talked But the post office has been stolen and the mailbox is locked Oh, mama This might be the end I'm stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now, Mona tried to help me, she said stay away from train lines She said all the railroad men do is drink your blood like wine And I said, Oh, I don't know, but then again there's only one I've met And he just stroked my eyelids and punched my cigarette Oh, mama This might be the end I'm stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Well, Grandpa died last week, he's buried in the rocks Everybody's still talking about how badly he was shot And me, I expected it to happen, I saw he'd lost control When he built the fire on Main Street and filled it full of holes Oh, mama This might be the end I'm stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the senator came down here, was showing everyone his gun Handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son And I nearly got busted, wouldn't it be my luck? To get caught without a ticket and be discovered 'neath a truck? Oh, mama This might be the end I'm stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Well, the preacher looked so baffled ev'rytime I asked him why he dressed With twenty pounds of headlines stapled on his chest He cursed me when I'd whisper, saying not even you can hide You see, you're just like me, I hope you're satisfied Ah, mama This might be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the rain man gave me two cures and he said, "Jump right in" One was Texas medicine, the other was railroad gin And like a fool, I mixed them, and it strangled up my mind And now people just get uglier, and I have no sense of time Oh, mama I just need a friend Stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again